Craig Kennedy, Jr. investigating a mysterious robbery, encounters a menacing condition peculiar to the social life of young people in our great cities, the gravity of which does not seem to be properly appreciated. It is only when some indulgent mother, like Mrs. Brackett, discovers she has lost control over her daughter that she can be made to realize the wide responsibilities of parental training. In this case, the importance of a robbery dwindles before the far more appalling situation in the Brackett household, and, if not for Kennedy and his science, the distress of two devoted parents will be pitiful indeed.

well named. She was a striking girl, not much over nineteen surely, tall, lissome, precisely the figure that the modern dances must have been especially designed to set off. I watched her attentively. In fact I could scarcely believe the impression I was gaining of her.

Already one could actually see on her marks of dissipation. One does not readily think of a girl as sowing her wild oats. Yet they often do. This is one of the strange anomalies of the new freedom of woman. A few years ago such a place would have been neither so decent nor attractive. Now it was superficially both. To it went those who never would have dared overstep the strictly conventional in the evil days when the reformer was not abroad in the land.

I watched Gloria narrowly. Clearly here was an example of a girl attracted by the glamor of the life and flattery of its satellites. What the end of it all might be I preferred not to guess.

Craig was looking about at the variegated crowd. Suddenly he jogged my elbow. The